Daily Republican., 1887-11-29
CHEAT PAINT EMS.
Arsansas Traveller.


Arssnsas Traveller.
Several men were sitting in a store
at Jameson's tan yard talking of the
pictures which they had seen in the
art" gallery of country fair.
Yes, looked putty well," said an
old fellow, "but they amt what l call
fine paintin'. Boys you know'd Andy
Summerss"
eyes"
"Wall, Andy was a painter. One
day he painted the pictur' of an over
coat, an it was nachul that his daddy
put it on an wore it some time before
he found out 1t was pictur'."
"Yes," rejoined fellow named
Smith, 81 have heard of that pictur'.
Andy was putty good cub painter,
thar amt TO mistake about that, but
when you want to get some right good
work done you've got to go to teller
that has larned the trade sho' 'nuff.
Now, Miles Stokes was what / call a
number one painter. You all know'd
Miles-lived on the old Asford place
the year after the war. One time Miles
painted the pictur' of fiddle, and III
be hanged if feller didn't take 1t to a
dance and play on it all night. Never
heard such music in my life. Made it
fairly talk, the feller did. That was
one paintin' sho' huff"
"That was a mighty fine pictur, !"
said old Parson Gates, the circuit
rider. Miles could have done suthin'
at psintin' eff he had kept on tryin',
but he peered to lose his grip airter
Bob Hadley come around. Hadley
was fine painter. Of course | amt
no art critic, nor nothin' of that sort,
and don't pretend TO put my Judgment
up any higher than you can reach, but
somehow lie always struck me as bein'
a pow'ful nachul painter. One night
thar was a possul of us over at old
Simmons house an he got after Bob
to paint us pictur'. He said he didn't
feel like painlin', an KEEP on maxim
excuses till old Simmons went out and
fetched in a bucket of paint an bre sh
an told Bob that he jest must paint
some sort of pictur', whuther or no.
Wall, Bob he tuck up the bresh and
begun ter slash it aroun' till the fust
thing we know'd he had dun painted
the pictur' OF a jug. 1t wuz jest as
nachul as any Jug | ever seed, an
when | tuck it up and sorter shuck II
hearn suthin' slosh. turned it up,
did, an hanged ef thar wasn't whis
key in it.
"Sho nuf whiskey?'
"Tell you how sho' 'nufi 1t was
We let in 10 drinkin' it, an it wa'n'
long till we was all drunk"
sits your time now, Uncle Buck,
cried young fellow, slarplng an ole
man On the back.
Il ain't no ham to exaggerate
boys" Uncle Buck replied. ITO mt
thar amt no fun in an impossible lie
"Then what you are goin' to tell u
is the tru h. chr"
"Yes. an I'll bet my hoss agil
swell. wait till I've heard you
story"
"All right" Uncle Buck continued
81 was in Bill Rickey's store som
time ago. Bill, you know. while h
don't make no pretence, is considers
| BILE of an artist. Well, just to anus
| me or himself, he painted niger, al
the niger went out doors. choppe
some wood brought it into the hous
an made as good a fire as you eve
saw"
"Uncle Buck, I'll take the bet."
"All right. Yanders John Higgir
out wander Call him in"
When Higgins came in Uncle Buc
asked:
"higgins, want you at hickey
store one day last week."
"Yes."
"Seeu me tharp"
| "Yes."
Anybody else thar"
Eyes, a niger"
"What did Hickey do to him2"
| "Snatched up Dresh and paintt
him jest fur fun" .
"What did the niger do short
airterwardss"
Chopped some wood an made
fire." j..
"Gabe," said Uncle Buck, q
fetch that horse round here.
"Oh, no, you said he painted I
pictur of niger.
"No, didn't. Did I, boysp'
mo; said he painted a niger
some one replied, and the boys agre'
that those were his exact words.
"Thats the only hOss I've 6
Uncle Buck"
"Kain't hep it; fetch hi ~"
Gabe brought the horse around a.
Uncle Buck led him away.